“He’d slide his hands around her waist, cup that beautiful backside of hers, and pull her in close so he could lean down and taste each perfectly tight, plump nipple, taking his time to savor them, until her head tipped… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“She was every bit of everything he remembered about her, all at once and all at the same time. That was Kerry McCrae in… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“Kerry had headed up the back stairs of the pub, and even as exhausted as she was, she’d still found it impossible to wipe… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“I got waylaid by another of your throng of supporters and well-wishers so you only have yourself to blame.” “So I heard,” he said.… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“What’s so amusing, wench?” came a gravel-throated voice from behind her, followed by a gentle swat across her sheet-covered backside. “Just plotting my mutiny,… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“He was very tall, with long arms and legs that would be gawky and awkward on anyone else, but were graceful and elegant on… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“A clearing of a gravelly throat pulled him from his thoughts. He turned and looked at Thomas, the boat captain, who was seventy if… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“Cooper,” she said. “Cooper Jax.” As if saying his name would someone break the spell, vanquish the mirage she was still faintly hoping she… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“I accept your lovely invitation,” he said, then added, “I only have one caveat.” Her relief turned to wary suspicion as she eyed him.… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“**“I get it,” he said. “I was supposed to give you your space. I didn’t want to. So...I compromised. Only, you frustrate the hell… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“Running halfway around the world apparently hadn’t been far enough to leave him and all of what had transpired between her and the entire… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“She shielded her eyes from the sun, her truck keys dangling down the back of her free hand, as Cooper lowered the passenger window… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“I can’t believe I’m thirty-one-years-old, lying on my back on a pier in broad daylight--in my own hometown, I might add--trying to figure out… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“Colm sighed... -She's quite beautiful. Like a fairy and a goddess all wrapped into one. -How very... poetic of you. ... He felt a… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“She pondered the best way to handle the laundry situation after they got back to dock. If she thought she’d been a bit pink… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
“You’ve made yourself quite at home, I see.” “You’ve a nice one here, Kerry,” he said quite sincerely, his smile still sparkling with equal… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share
